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Kc's fists curled, fingernails pressed into his palm until they bleed. "Mr. Page," the funeral director said cautiously standing beside Vanessa's grieving family, "We have everything prepared for the transfer. Do you wish to have the last moment?" Kc never responded. He did not raise his face from Vanessa's face. His heart was on fire; his soul is on fire. She should be planning their wedding. She should be picking out baby names. Because of Valeria Jayne, she was nothing more than a cold corpse in a fucking morgue.

I hung up the phone and opened social media. The top news on my feed was exactly what my assistant had just mentioned. What did they mean I forced my wife to her death? My hands trembling, I clicked into the news article. When I saw the content, my eyes filled with disbelief. Elena died some time ago? How was that possible? If Elena was dead, why had no one notified me? Kiara saw the news too. The hand holding Robbie would not stop shaking. She looked at me, about to speak, when her face suddenly exploded in pain.

The area was quiet because it was a cemetery. If you're wondering whose grave they visited, the answer is… Arsila's. The woman's life ended after being shot precisely one week after her sentence was handed down. Who took care of her body? Of course, it was Catherine and Svarga who requested a proper burial for Arsila, right next to her husband's grave—Kenan Hart. "This is the first time, right? We're meeting our father, and it's the first time we're seeing our mother's new home," said Keanu.

… The solemn atmosphere of the grand funeral hall was intensified by the muted lighting and the soft strains of classical music that played in the background. At the front of the room, an elegant mahogany urn sat atop a raised podium, adorned with white lilies and surrounded by flickering candles. This was the final resting place for Wayne. As the guests began to arrive, it was Wayne's wife, Kaylar, who entered first. Her face, etched with grief, remained composed as she made her way down the aisle. Dressed in a black, maxi gown, the depth of her loss was evident in the flicker of her tear-filled eyes. With measured steps, she reached the front of the room and took her seat, clutching a deli

Then he looked at his brother-in-law and said, “Brother in law, please accompany me to Home Affairs to collect my wife’s death certificate. After that, we will go to Durban Correctional Services to speak to Commissioner May to allow Sloane and June to attend my wife’s funeral. Brother-in-law, what do you think is a suitable day to bury my wife?” Mr Bale looked at his brother-in-law and asked, “What about this coming Saturday?” His sister passed away in the wee hours of Wednesday. His brother-in-law nodded his head and replied, “I agree, brother-in-law. Then we will go to His Angels Funeral Home to meet the Funeral Director, Mr Christopher.” They bid each other goodnight, then they went to th

Rhea and George stood at the very back of the crowd. Her portrait was an enlarged headshot from her coming-of-age ceremony. She had been green and bright-eyed then, full of hopes and expectations for the future. Over a decade had flown by in a blink, and now, she lay there quietly. All the grudges drifted away with the wind, fading into the past. Sawyer presided over the funeral as Kate's husband. Then, he went through with the encoffining and burial. When the dust settled, all traces of her vanished from the world.

junior said covering his face for the couples to laugh… At Philippine boot camp, the willer came to visit their daughter as they discussed what has happened after she left including Aaron death. Mr willer couldn’t be happier knowing the young man who almost became his nightmare meet his demise in matter of days and has been forgotten by the net and friend. “ if not for his wife, we would have eat meals from his funeral. The priest cancel it and I heard it’s because the wife refused to show up saying they can’t have a funeral without her husband corpse” Mrs willer said for Gwen to burst out laughing.

I held the coffee mug firmly and moved closer to the television. The headline beneath his image arrived in my vision before my mind finished reading it. LAURENT CEO ADDRESSES DEATH OF WIFE SERENA VALE IN BRIDGE ACCIDENT. The coffee cup left my hand, I don’t remember letting it go. I only remembered the sound of it hitting the floor and Adrian’s voice reaching me from somewhere very far away. “My wife did not deserve what happened to her.” And then the brief news segment from two evenings ago assembled itself inside my head all at once.

"I've been busy." "That's none of my business. The arrangements for my father's funeral have been finalized. It's this Saturday at ten. The press would be there, and you know they'll be looking for a story. Even with the statement released, investigations are still ongoing, so we have to stop them for good." I lean back against the sofa, a sad smile playing on my lips. Deckard Newton hasn't even figured out that his wife has moved out of his house. Meaning he hasn't asked of me, and he hasn't gone into my room either. If he has, he would have seen how empty it is, and my wedding ring sitting at the top on the night stand.

It was getting dark already and the party at the company was already on but he wasn't interested in going. Every month on the fifteenth he always came to the cemetery and today won't be an exemption. He got to the grave, threw away the old flowers and placed fresh ones then sat there. "Sheena Easton, 1975-2013," was written on the stone. "You know I got married last week. It was arranged I don't know why he insisted I get married to her. You said I should move on but I don't think I can forgive him. I'm just doing my best to burry everything. My wife, that's the only good thing he has ever done for me. I told you I will never get married till I meet someone like you, she's like you. You reme